Black Sheep Rare Americans

[Intro]
I'm what you call a black sheep
Always have been, I know
You can’t control a black sheep
This is how we, we roll

[Verse 1]
Fuck getting lucky
Who you think is making real money?
Signing shitty ass deals, soaked in honey
"Write a formulaic tune, make it original and cool"
We don't give a fuck about your goddamn rules
Maybe we're drinking our own Kool-Aid
Blinders on, thinking that a lot of our shit is great
48 on the 50 man list, trying to earn a spot
They say, "I don’t hear hits!"

[Pre-Chorus]
You won't stop me
You won't stop me
I'll get up even if you drop me
You won't stop me
You won't stop me
I'll get up even if you knock me out

[Chorus]
We are nerds
We don't sing about indulgence, or partying
We’re the black sheep
We’re the black sheep
And if you don't like it
Axe me